yeah, yeah, I did,’ Georgie squealed excitedly. ‘She was only using Rudi to show Katie Bridge howto give a blow job, then she started heaving and had to dash to the loo. It was so disgusting. Someone said she passed out after, and she might have because I don’t remember seeing her before we left.’
‘That’s because you couldn’t see anything ,’ Annabelle reminded her. ‘What about Archie?’ she asked Catrina. ‘Did he turn up in the end?’
‘I told you on the way home,’ Catrina replied glumly, ‘he came, but he brought the F-F-Felicity with him, didn’t he? He’s such a bastard. When I saw him in the afternoon he promised he’d get rid of her and come on his own, but she was stuck to him like frigging Velcro.’
‘You still got off with him though,’ Georgie reminded her.
‘Only for a quick snog behind the guest house. I’m supposed to be seeing him this afternoon, actually. He said he’d pick me up in his car outside the station. I have to work out how to get there yet. Annabelle, we need liquids, girl, I’m gasping.’
‘All right, I’ll go back down,’ Annabelle replied, tugging a brush through her hair. ‘I couldn’t go in the kitchen just now because the She-Dee and Freak were having some kind of set-to about my aunt Alicia. Apparently she’s back in Holly Wood and the mother person is not happy. They absolutely detest one another.’
‘Why?’ Catrina asked, not really interested, but making an effort to be polite.
Annabelle got up from the boudoir chair. ‘No idea,’ she answered airily. ‘All I know is that if Alicia stays chances are my cousin Nathan will be coming to visit, maybe even to live.’
‘Oh, no, not the famous Nathan,’ Georgie teased, making Catrina laugh.
‘So we might get to meet him at last,’ Catrina said.
A momentary concern peeped through a crack in the shell of Annabelle’s grown-up demeanour. ‘If you do, just keep your hands off. He’s mine,’ she informed them hotly.
‘He’s your cousin ,’ Georgie piped up. ‘That is so gross.’
‘We’re not blood-related.’
‘It’s still not right though.’
‘Who says? Anyway, I’m going back down to see whatI can find to drink – and eat. If my mobile rings and it’s Carl tell him I liked his friend Jason, or whatever his name was, so he should bring him to Ed’s tonight.’
Taking a wrap from the back of the door, she pulled it on and ran silently back down the stairs. There were no voices coming from the kitchen now, and when she cautiously pushed open the door, to her relief, there was no sign of anyone inside. The last thing she wanted was a showdown with her mother when Robert was around to offer husbandly support, particularly when it was likely to end up with her being grounded for sneaking out last night. Still, even if she was it wouldn’t stop her going to Ed’s party tonight. Everyone was going to be there, and according to Ed he had a new supplier for E, so she definitely wasn’t going to miss out on that.
Going to the fridge she helped herself to a double punnet of strawberries, another of blackberries and a dish of chopped mango which she dumped next to the blender before peeling a couple of bananas. She was thinking now about the row she’d overheard earlier, and feeling weird little frissons eddying through her. The she-devil and Craig. Amazing. Gross, but still amazing. Actually, it explained quite a lot, except, maybe, why Robert hadn’t chucked her mother out. Perhaps he hadn’t wanted to come over as a hypocrite, seeing as he’d been sleeping with her mother while she was still married to her first husband, Annabelle’s drippy dad. Come to think of it, her mother was a bit of a serial cheater, because Annabelle was sure she’d had other flings before Robert came along. It was probably where she got her own overactive libido from, she decided, and giggled. She loved the way Carl and his friends described her like that.
Anyway, whatever, she could only
‘That’s because you couldn’t see anything ,’ Annabelle reminded her. ‘What about Archie?’ she asked Catrina. ‘Did he turn up in the end?’
‘I told you on the way home,’ Catrina replied glumly, ‘he came, but he brought the F-F-Felicity with him, didn’t he? He’s such a bastard. When I saw him in the afternoon he promised he’d get rid of her and come on his own, but she was stuck to him like frigging Velcro.’
‘You still got off with him though,’ Georgie reminded her.
‘Only for a quick snog behind the guest house. I’m supposed to be seeing him this afternoon, actually. He said he’d pick me up in his car outside the station. I have to work out how to get there yet. Annabelle, we need liquids, girl, I’m gasping.’
‘All right, I’ll go back down,’ Annabelle replied, tugging a brush through her hair. ‘I couldn’t go in the kitchen just now because the She-Dee and Freak were having some kind of set-to about my aunt Alicia. Apparently she’s back in Holly Wood and the mother person is not happy. They absolutely detest one another.’
‘Why?’ Catrina asked, not really interested, but making an effort to be polite.
Annabelle got up from the boudoir chair. ‘No idea,’ she answered airily. ‘All I know is that if Alicia stays chances are my cousin Nathan will be coming to visit, maybe even to live.’
‘Oh, no, not the famous Nathan,’ Georgie teased, making Catrina laugh.
‘So we might get to meet him at last,’ Catrina said.
A momentary concern peeped through a crack in the shell of Annabelle’s grown-up demeanour. ‘If you do, just keep your hands off. He’s mine,’ she informed them hotly.
‘He’s your cousin ,’ Georgie piped up. ‘That is so gross.’
‘We’re not blood-related.’
‘It’s still not right though.’
‘Who says? Anyway, I’m going back down to see whatI can find to drink – and eat. If my mobile rings and it’s Carl tell him I liked his friend Jason, or whatever his name was, so he should bring him to Ed’s tonight.’
Taking a wrap from the back of the door, she pulled it on and ran silently back down the stairs. There were no voices coming from the kitchen now, and when she cautiously pushed open the door, to her relief, there was no sign of anyone inside. The last thing she wanted was a showdown with her mother when Robert was around to offer husbandly support, particularly when it was likely to end up with her being grounded for sneaking out last night. Still, even if she was it wouldn’t stop her going to Ed’s party tonight. Everyone was going to be there, and according to Ed he had a new supplier for E, so she definitely wasn’t going to miss out on that.
Going to the fridge she helped herself to a double punnet of strawberries, another of blackberries and a dish of chopped mango which she dumped next to the blender before peeling a couple of bananas. She was thinking now about the row she’d overheard earlier, and feeling weird little frissons eddying through her. The she-devil and Craig. Amazing. Gross, but still amazing. Actually, it explained quite a lot, except, maybe, why Robert hadn’t chucked her mother out. Perhaps he hadn’t wanted to come over as a hypocrite, seeing as he’d been sleeping with her mother while she was still married to her first husband, Annabelle’s drippy dad. Come to think of it, her mother was a bit of a serial cheater, because Annabelle was sure she’d had other flings before Robert came along. It was probably where she got her own overactive libido from, she decided, and giggled. She loved the way Carl and his friends described her like that.
Anyway, whatever, she could only
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